Riding on this Rollercoaster | Short Poem. No. 69

Riding on this Rollercoaster
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I’ve been riding on this rollercoaster.
Except, this one takes a very long time.
Every day, the end is never closer.
It leaves me wondering when I’ll be fine.

I’m always in an up and down process.
But, over time, I’ve learned all of its turns.
There’s no surprises in any of this.
Just the dimming light of what my heart yearns.

Anxiety’s rising, crashing my brain!
Faster! Faster! It’s pumping through my heart!
Just in time, depression will come again.
And when the ride ends, I’m back to the start.

Just another pill to drop down the mouth.
Hope for the best before leaving my house.

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Don’t You Know You’re Worth It? | Short Poem No. 67

Oh my baby, don’t you know you’re worth it?
All the money in the world can’t buy you,
or the richest of men come and work it,
or the smartest scholars, with words so true.
You said “No!” to the sweet poets’ romance
and the lawyer with the strong arguments.
Doctors couldn’t even prescribe a chance
and the athletes quickly became past tense.

But this young, poor boy won you attention
with his simple and warm, true affection.

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Don't you know you're worth it
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To Heal Bad Hearts | Short Poem No. 66

Is there someone that can heal bad hearts?

Do not forget, you have a new name.
The new name that’s given to you: “Rebirth.”
Just how many years was your heart out laid,
now to be most happy in all the earth?

Fiercly hard times brought you internal dis-chord.
Your soul was ripped open with no one to care.
Even the worst saw your grief and was bored.
For your tears were common; it was unfair.

But there’s a God who loves making new starts,
with grace and with mercy to heal bad hearts.

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Warm Summer Morning | Short Poem No. 65

On a comfortably warm summer morning,
hearing the clock alarm start its buzzing,
the sun gently radiates on, hugging,
my face through the curtain with a nuzzling.

‘What are my plans?’ so asked, rashly, my brain,
as if I had an urgency to wake.
Wisely, my hand acted, as if in pain,
to snooze my phone and give morning a break.

Oh yes, today I don’t have a schedule,
except to float quiet, in peace, in bed;
stay in my pajamas. It’s just as well.
And don’t let a worry come in my head.

But a quick thought took my smile away:
Realizing that today is a work-day.

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Warm Summer Morning
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